Steady cultivation of immortality, the entire cultivation world is my home

After collecting the spiritual objects he needed, Shen Lian left the Treasure House.

The discovery of mineral veins outside the market stimulated the desire of casual cultivators to go treasure hunting.

The demand for anti-miasma talismans increased greatly.

It was also a good opportunity for him to earn spiritual stones.

The cost price of a miasma talisman was two and a half spiritual stones.

Now that Shen Lian had removed most of the miasma in his body, his spiritual power was more fluent than before, so he could try to make anti-miasma talismans.

"I hope more Taoist friends will find opportunities from mineral veins."

After walking out of the street of shops, Shen Lian looked back at the cultivators walking between the shops on the street and gave a sincere blessing.

"I also hope that I can earn spiritual stones for a bottle of Huangya Dan this time."

While blessing the Taoist friends to get more opportunities, Shen Lian also added a hope for himself.

Hello everyone.

That's really good.

...

With Shen Lian's sincere blessing, the wish really came true.

He didn't even wait until the next day.

That afternoon, his mouth was opened.

Outside the market, a cultivator with wounds all over his body rushed into the Jubao Building.

He took out a piece of red-gold ore the size of his head on the spot.

The indifferent shopkeeper of the Jubao Building did not even drink tea and personally inspected the ore.

He announced on the spot that although the grade of this hematite ore was only the second-grade lower grade, it was heavy enough and worth 800 lower-grade spirit stones!

As soon as this news came out, the casual cultivators in the market were stimulated again.

Their back teeth were almost broken.

They envied and cursed at the same time.

800 spirit stones, how long will it take for everyone to earn it.

For most casual cultivators, there may be hundreds of spirit stones flowing in every month.

But only ten or eight pieces, or even less, actually fell into their hands.

Everyone is just a carrier of spirit stones.

"It's true. My brother-in-law from the same ditch happened to go buy talismans and saw it with his own eyes."

"If I was the one who picked up the ore, eight hundred spirit stones would be enough to buy ten of my lives."

"Wu Sanshiliu area is really a treasure land, but the miasma is a bit thick."

...

The next day.

Shen Lian naturally didn't know what was happening outside.

He was wheezing and spitting out black circles.

Huh——

After taking another miasma pill, he felt a little relieved in his chest.

He lifted his quilt to reveal the smooth stone bed.

He laid out the talisman pen, spirit ink, and talisman paper.

Looking at the talisman pen with a deeper crack in his hand, Shen Lian sighed softly.

It seems that he needs to change the talisman pen next time.

He spread the talisman paper flat, and the spirit light swam on the tip of the pen, outlining mysterious patterns on the talisman paper.

When the talisman pen was lifted from the talisman paper, the light on the talisman paper flashed and then quickly retracted.

The anti-miasma talisman was done.

"Hu——"

"Cough cough cough..."

After Shen Lian put down the talisman pen, he began to regulate the spiritual power in his body.

The runes of the anti-miasma talisman were complicated, making it a bit difficult for him to draw.

It was not a problem of craftsmanship.

Making talismans consumes spiritual power and mind, and the miasma is not completely removed, making it even more tiring.

After collecting the spiritual ink again, Shen Lian chose to rest.

"Crack."

He rubbed a sweet potato and stuffed it into his mouth to chew.

"When this batch of anti-miasma talismans is sold, I will buy spiritual rice to eat. This stuff will make dogs sick of it after eating it for so long, let alone people."

"Puff——"

A sweet potato twisted its butt and spit out from Shen Lian's mouth.

Although there were six spiritual stones in the storage bag, Shen Lian had not thought about buying spiritual rice before.

Eating spiritual rice is a long process that can make a cultivator change.

There is not much difference between eating sweet potatoes and eating spiritual rice in a short period of time.

If he wanted to advance to the fourth level of Qi training, he would need elixirs.

A bottle of Huangya Dan costs fifty low-grade spirit stones, which is the most suitable elixir for the middle and early stages of Qi training.

Ten days later.

"Puff——"

A mouthful of black mucus with a bloody red hue came out of Shen Lian's mouth.

After a moment of relief, a smile appeared on his face.

The miasma poison in the body was finally removed.

After a short rest, Shen Lian lifted the quilt and placed the talisman pen and talisman paper on the bed.

Three days later.

A total of fifteen first-level low-grade miasma-removing talismans were drawn by him.

Why fifteen? Mainly because there was no spiritual ink.

Miasma-removing talismans also consume more spiritual ink than fire talismans.

Putting the miasma-removing talismans in the storage bag, Shen Lian pushed open the door and walked out.

The house next to the house opened, and the middle-aged monk who had been seen before was entering.

After seeing Shen Lian, the two nodded to each other.

Then, the middle-aged monk entered the house, and Shen Lian walked towards the street of shops in the market.

Behind the tall stone archway, there were many monks on the street, some of whom looked fierce.

Shen Lian walked quickly into the Jubao Building.

Weng Xia was originally behind the small counter, looking around boredly, and saw Shen Lian coming at a glance.

"Daoyou, here."

Following the greeting, Shen Lian came to Weng Xia's small counter.

"Daoyou, long time no see, it seems that you have driven away the miasma and your complexion is much better."

"Thanks to the anti-miasma pills from Guibao Pavilion."

Shen Lian took out ten anti-miasma talismans from the storage bag.

Weng Xia's eyes lit up, and he grabbed the anti-miasma talismans in front of him and examined them one by one.

"It seems that Daoyou's talisman making skills are very solid, and he is not far from becoming a first-level mid-grade talisman master."

"It's still far from enough. The production of the anti-miasma talisman is complicated. It took so long, and I had to be calm every day before I dared to draw it. Even so, half of them failed."

"A 50% success rate is already quite high."

Weng Xia said softly, "Recently, the anti-miasma talisman is in short supply. The price charged by my Jubaolou is eight low-grade spirit stones."

Hearing this, Shen Lian was stunned for a moment.

Didn't it still cost five spirit stones a dozen days ago?

If the price is eight, then it must be sold for nine or ten spirit stones outside, almost catching up with the first-grade middle-grade talisman.

Weng Xia chuckled and whispered in Shen Lian's ear.

"So that's it."

Shen Lian's eyes showed a hint of understanding.

It's still because of the mineral vein.

His sincere wish last time came true.

The mineral veins in the thirty-sixth area of ​​Wu are full of opportunities.

Since the discovery, in just over a month, no less than three casual cultivators have found second-grade ore from it.

This greatly stimulated other casual cultivators.

The General Affairs Hall of the Bishui Sect also increased the number of tasks in this area.

The anti-miasma talisman only costs a few spirit stones, how much is a second-level ore worth?

Any casual cultivator can calculate it.

What are you waiting for?

Why did everyone leave their hometowns and accept the Bishui Sect's land reclamation task?

"Please give me a first-level low-grade talisman pen, two bottles of spirit ink, and three pieces of talisman paper."

"Why don't you take a look at the first-level medium-grade talisman pen, the lowest is only sixty low-grade spirit stones."

Weng Xia quickly took out a few talisman pens from the inside of the counter and placed them in front of Shen Lian.

Pointing to one of the first-level medium-grade talisman pens, he began to introduce it.

Shen Lian took a look and then retracted his gaze.

High-level talisman pens can increase the success rate of talisman making, but they are equivalent to chicken ribs for him.

Maybe when drawing high-level talismans in the future, they may be needed, but not now.

In Weng Xia's slightly disappointed eyes, Shen Lian chose a low-grade talisman pen worth thirty spirit stones.

Two bottles of spiritual ink for forty spiritual stones.

Three pieces of talisman paper for nine spiritual stones.

Change for one spiritual stone.

"The anti-miasma talisman will be in short supply for a while. Daoist friends can bring it to my Jubao Building after drawing it."

Weng Xia said, taking out an extra piece of talisman paper from the counter and putting it in Shen Lian's hand.

"Thank you."

Shen Lian did not refuse. The manager of Jubao Building was much richer than him, and he would get commission for every sale.

After leaving Jubao Building, he did not go back, but stood outside a double-sided flag shop with "Lu" on the front and "Dan" on the back.

This is the flag of the Lu family, a cultivation family of the Chu State.

The Lu family is attached to the Bishui Sect, and there is a fake Dan ancestor in the family.

The first-level Huangya Dan is an ordinary elixir circulated in the cultivation world, and it is not rare.

As long as the cultivation family has a little background, there will be an alchemist in the family who can refine it.

He still has five anti-miasma talismans on him, plus the remaining spiritual stones, which is enough to exchange for a bottle of Huangya Dan.

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